Maybe this is a secret. Maybe I haven’t mentioned this before. I honestly can’t say for sure. I don’t remember if it’s ever come up.
I hate the word Domme. It makes me grit my teeth.
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Counting down
Counting down
Five.
The number five never used to catch my attention so thoroughly as it does now. There’s a reason for that. My bossy people have decided that I evade way too much. And it’s true. I don’t like to answer difficult questions, so I will pretend I haven’t heard them and change the subject.
A lot of times this isn’t a matter of confessing about breaking a rule or anything like that. That does come up now-and-then, but mostly it centers around conversations of things I need, things I’m feeling, or something that’s off emotionally. In short, the kinds of things my Dominants should be aware of.
Musings of a Chaotic Mind 